Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scion. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.